hummanity is an eye an' its strength, tears.
this is the last time but the first time I feared.
these are days and these are our nights - this is our sun
a message entwined?
the salt is either in the breeze or under foot
no choice draped in societal hoods
and what of the new age if all merit is took
what will keep you occupied while the best souls amoung you turn.
so many martyrs - path to heaven made!
but those luke warm are spitten from the tongue with distaste.
with all your passionate dead you will become bored.
these things i see, but wish not i would
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